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Tonight as I was looking at my blank walls and freely talking with God, sharing both prayer intercessions and words of praise/thanksgiving, I reflect upon how freely and easily I approached Him and was unable to share openly and honestly. It wasn't that long ago, just a few weeks, that it seemed a burden to come before God and lay my requests, concerns, and thoughts down before Him, because there were just too many too express! Perhaps that is a mode of concern, a warning flag of when one has become too busy, to overwhelmed with the needs and cares of others, the blanket statements of "Lord, please reveal yourself in the life of the people associated with this organization," rather than specific prayers for specific people. When consenting to pray for someone leads to a prayer in that moment and a prayer in the evening asking God to bless whoever it was (name and identity of person long forgotten) that shared that they needed prayers for encouragement that day then pe…

"I am sitting in class with some of the most brilliant people in the United States and for the first time I realize what it feels like to be a C average student. On Monday, I arrived early to Greek class, prepared to sit in one of two seats that theoretically enhance a students relationship with the professor, when much to my surprise I find both seats already occupied by the only two other students in the classroom. Needless to say, as my peers arrived early for class the first three rows of the room filled quickly, negating the unoccupied chairs filling the back half of the room.

Today I arrived to class in jeans and a light pink spring shirt (partly due to some construction in the bathroom), uncharacteristic of the professional clothes I've worn for the past four days and found a seat in the back row, which in this particular classroom is the third of seven.

At around 2 o'clock this afternoon, I said good-bye to my friend and mentioned that I would look forward to seeing her again this weekend. Shortly after, she left on her return trip to Minneapolis to meet some family for a family reunion. She hadn't made it more than 30 minutes, when a tube broke loose on her car and it made a loud noise causing her to pool over to the side of the road. The prognosis - junk yard. Luckily, she wasn't too far away and she was able to get a hold of my parents who helped her out.

While I was finishing up a few last minute things I needed to do before heading to work and saying fare-well to my friend, she was busily mapping out her route home, which included MN I-35.

Earlier this morning I asked God to save the lives of my friends - and I listed out their names. God answered that prayer this afternoon with a car that refused to move!

I don't even know how to express my gratefulness for the fact that my friend didn't make it to Minne…